I just found out that my Pop passed away.  I haven't really gotten emotional about it yet.  I just don't know.

I cried tears of joy in the shower because I thought about him and my Granny being back together.  Even thought she passed 12 years ago, he still talked about her like she was still here.


I worked all fucking day by myself.  ALL DAY LONG!  It fucking sucked!  I was entirely thankful that I actually had a pharmacist because I didn't think I was going to.  My pharmacist put his foot down and informed his boss that he wouldn't be working at all over the weekend because he had to go out of town. 

I got to work this morning and the only sale signs that they put up after I left was like 2 aisles!  REALLY?!  They knew I would be by myself most of the day, and they didn't even get most of the signs done.  I am going to have to finish them Monday because I wasn't able to touch them at all thanks to having no cashier.